Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard

about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him would wish

doubted

be afraid of someone with

make sense if he was the legendary Hugh

would a person like him appear in

that I am the one watching you from the

Bar.”

if he’d sensed the confusion

“Okay!”

felt the same danger coming

certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans

already started stepping

was exploring the escape routes around

not a word she had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was playing with

idea.

man standing before him was

wasn’t such a bad

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft

you a person with

sudden question

no idea what you’re

I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself. You

am, too. You should have felt the

already exposed her, there was

he could have her investigated

you want,

want to sign an agreement with you, to sleep

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

sound familiar to the

that announced the search for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an

Let me think about

was definitely

good–looking, powerful, and came from such

rose

a second chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for her. She wanted no

be in love, being with someone like Hugh Croft was

high risk of her losing her life by the

she should

leave

moment of silence enveloped both of

question was concise and in a pleasant

for words on how she should reply

perhaps? Or

his question, thinking that Jane might not

did not come easily out of his thin

people with whom Hugh would be

was one

like

on the first time he set his eyes

imprinted on

smell of her drove him

they had the

the same type of

that had frozen their heart that

“Okay!”

gave both her number and WeChat ID to

not that she did not want to lie about

The reason was simple.

kept it from him,

able to dig it

liked

through

user name, which spelled

picture of The Simpsons family of five as her display

full mark “”

display picture was a pitch–black

you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll

your proposal, I’ll think about it. Give

to keep her distance from this dangerous

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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